Thursday, October 5, 2017


Every beginning has an end and every inhaled breath an exhaled one.

So shall all of this carnal presence come to an end too, in a freezing cold night or a warm fiery evening, who cares what way annihilation comes forth as?

Nemo Ante Mortem Beatus

Come on baby, lick my fire…

Tuesday, October 3, 2017


Practice makes perfect. And so does well executed, insightful research.

Less pain and more gain, as some say. 

A good research reduces the need for tidying up loose ends. 

Monday, October 2, 2017

Ripe City: Reprise

It turns out that the city was not ripe for change and cleansing, after all. One thought one would know these things from experience. Apparently one does not.

The smell of blood in the rain is but a vague notion in the brain. No grand entrance to the city’s purge, just a capricious maze of ever changing banalities.

Saturday, September 30, 2017


Be frank and brazen in Thine worship

Let neither culture nor convention of the masses suppress thee…

Friday, September 29, 2017

In Between

Between a dark scythe and a reddish knife, I am lost 

In a plethora of choices, vice and lust

Between the cold ravines of death and the sizzling heat of rape

Caught in between, in limbo, in perpetual edge

Lost in darkness and dark light abound

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Lost in the Moment V

It was a dark, damp night. One can still recall the phosphorous air, the charcoal black gorge walls.

One can also recall the look of fear and desperation from one’s father, falling into the cold, silent chasm, of red rivers of embers below. 

Was it an omen, a warning from the infernal dimensions, something like three hits and you’re out ? Or was it three strikes and you’re out?

Saturday, September 2, 2017


Fear don’t sell.

Hate don’t sell. 

Peace don’t sell. 

Happiness don’t sell. 

Only a balanced combination, a devious mix, sells.

Hail the mighty combiner.

The adept, the beloved enslaver.

Friday, September 1, 2017

Just a Thought

What do you think about the wedding?

It’s okay. 

You like the bride? She really shines doesn’t she?

Much shinier if she was skinless I think.

Sounds like an idea.

No worries. I’ll get the knives.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017


Whatever I swing the athamay for it is not for any masters unless it is for their destruction and exploitation for my own, mastery….

I don’t follow, I don’t bend, I am untamed and ceaseless.

Forever prowling.

Monday, August 28, 2017


When one sees another hurtling mindlessly towards a head on collision with reality, what should one do?

Advise the other of the apparent danger ahead, or sit back and enjoy the calamity as it unravels?

One would be wise to give a cautious ‘beware’ to entice the other into disregarding the advise, and then sit back to enjoy the calamity that unravels.


Yep. Go on. Keep at it…never mind the critics